4TH AVENUE JONES

It's Over Now Lyrics

I want some Brand Nubian
Pac and Rakim
Biggie, Nas
Really donâ€™t make emcees like they used to
Freestyle Fellowship
D.O.C, Pharaoh Monch
Jay, Ahmad, and Thought from the Roots crew
Thatâ€™s a hood whoâ€™s who
Now what you dudes do
Make a wack album
Pay Lil Jon do two
Dope beats for the streets to introduce you
But you weak
We know he got heat, what you do?
Sick of hype
Homie is you tight or boo boo
Iâ€™m precise with mine dun diced a few fools
Got stripes for serving on mics you new to
From the Life where if you ainâ€™t nice we boo you
Boo hoo go head cry if you wanna
What you gotâ€™s not hot they rock mine every corner
Homie canâ€™t see me if he try he a goner
Plus he must be smoking that Thai marijuana

(Chorus:)
Itâ€™s over now
I told yâ€™all itâ€™s over now
We off in them Range Rovers now
It wonâ€™t stop but itâ€™s over now
Itâ€™s Over Now
I told yâ€™all itâ€™s over now
We got money to fold up now
It donâ€™t stop but itâ€™s over now

Ahmadâ€™s going through a carpenter phase
Carving up stages
And mics with tight rhymes sharper than razors
Fools talk so often Iâ€™m made to
Defeat these MCâ€™s in 3â€™s
Like Stojakovic, Peja
See whatever you got and Iâ€™ll raise ya
Man who you kidding
Poppinâ€™ your lip then hit me back when I page ya
With it whenever whatever
Iâ€™m too clever youâ€™ll never
Do nothing to my crew ever
We heavyweights to you feathers
Paragraphs to letters
We the Jagâ€™s you Jettaâ€™s
You backspins we more advanced like Capoeira
Avenue band stands apart where fans set us
Yâ€™all loose
We tighter than Bruce Bruceâ€™s sweaters
Rocked with top sellers
So hot they got jealous
Haters pop a lot we not gonâ€™ stop fellas
Every rhymeâ€™s divine we shine causeâ€™ God let us
Grindinâ€™ till we platinum lying in Barbados